Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Kuwait and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Brick to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
the Germs,
The Smoke,
Bobby Womack,
OOIOO,
Supertramp,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Wake,
Shoche,
Maurizio,
Black Flag,
Silicon Teens,
Symarip,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Boz Scaggs,
Make Up,
Idris Muhammad,
48th St. Collective,
Mr. Review,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Malaria!,
the Slits,
Faust,
James White and The Blacks,
The Associates,
Yellowson,
China Crisis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hardrive,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Steve Hackett,
Delon & Dalcan,
Iggy Pop,
Flipper,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ronnie Foster,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Names,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
T. Rex,
The Alarm Clocks,
Newcleus,
Deakin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Altered Images,
Tommy Roe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Au Pairs,
Laurel Aitken,
Funkadelic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Masters at Work,
Dead Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
Groovy Waters,
In Retrospect,
L. Decosne,
Joe Smooth,
Yusef Lateef,
The Count Five,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Skaos,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.